Infinite Wisdom - The Flatliners

Longing for every answer, I’ll break down this door

That stands adorned with secondhand insignias

Whose meaning were lost along the way

Dumbed down, so tired and torn

So let it rain infinite wisdom down on me

Wash your hands clean of our tangled history

To the core, I’m left shaken

Shattered when I hear your damning voice

To the reigning champ of boiling blood!

He reaches high atop his own for the ladder’s rung

So let it rain infinite wisdom down on me

Wash your hands clean of our tangled history

So let it rain infinite wisdom down on me

Wash me away from this tangled history

And in your infinite wisdom, can you scar from skepticism?

Can you blur the

lines between a nightmare and the perfect dream?

Get your god damn hands off of me